Novel & Cerita Sins With Mafia Daddy

Maybe if he was a nicer man I would have pitied him but no, he just had to turn out like his fucking father. Both cut from the same cloth. They're both good at fucking people over. His father fucked his father and his brother over while him himself fucked his father over. He was a no good womanizer who had no brains and only relied on the fear his name brought to people. All he cared about was women and money. A total loser and embarrassment. Is that what being a mafia boss was all about now? Bring judged by how many women you've slept with? And how many lives you've ruined?

" Then what happened? Vladimir told me how you cleared a man named Sinclair's dirty deals and most times do his delivery. And you killed a lot of people to be on top so your father was part of those people too?" He takes a deep breath and leans against the wall close to me. " He was right. Sinclair was my father's friend. They were close and my father was Sinclair's right hand man. I was a part of his Mafia. I cleared the dirty deals and most times deliver their drugs. No one suspects a teenage boy with drugs actually. I wanted more. My father was a coward , he couldn't build up his own organization and he's just tied to Sinclair like a puppy. I hated calling someone boss and I needed to mak

Kathrine's life was at stake, and he had to act swiftly. Determined to protect Kathrine, Andrew pushed aside the nagging thought of the impending investigation. He knew that his connection to the Mafia was a secret he had successfully kept hidden for years, but now it threatened to unravel everything he held dear. The danger that loomed over Kathrine was a direct consequence of his past actions, and he couldn't bear the thought of her being caught in the crossfire.

The whip landed on my shoulders and I groaned in pain so it was so damn painful but of course I wasn't gonna give him the privilege to see my tears. “I lost billions because of you!” He barked at me and Alex couldn't help but shudder in fear.. It was the first time he'd seen his father this angry.. “It wasn't actually your money, you know? You got that money through money laundering so technically it really doesn't belong to you..” I shrugged even though I was in pain. I wasn't gonna let them think I was some kinda Damsel in distress who couldn't defend herself.. “Bitch!” He cursed out in frustration and whipped me again and this time I felt the pain surge through my brain..

I mumbled, my words breaking off from my lips as if it was so difficult for me to say. "My side, fuck Annabel, this is some mafia shit, this has passed beyond just your family... I am a mafia Cupcake, and you already know but let me make this clear, you were right. My world is dangerous and my mother, she fucking died of a bullet targeted at me, because of my father's sin. That's why I joined the mafia, for revenge and when I found revenge, I went deeper and then when I decide to back off, it wouldn't let me back off because I'm so deep into this." His words ripped off from his lips in a calm tone not caring if we had bullets flying over our head and his words made me freeze. I could feel te

You were taught to hate each other since childhood* *You are the daughter of a powerful Cosa Nostra mafia boss. You helped your father in his business, and you were no more ruthless than he was, and you were easier with people. Those who did not know you as an heiress to the mafia would not say that you are a ruthless killer.* *Damien Morretti is the boss of the Camorra mafia. A ruthless, cold-blooded mafioso with whom you have been enemies since childhood. After the death of his father, he inherited the power of the mafia, and he did it no worse than his father.*

His eyes darted from me to his daughter, who stood right in front of him, now speechless. My disgust was not only for him. It was for what he had done to his daughter that he had sold her like a ledger entry, like a problem to be balanced, such a selfish man. The thought of that, the thought of a father who traded his child to pay for his sins, it was sharper than any blade. It was petty and cowardly. “Mafia collects what is owed,” I said. “If one of ours is taken, we collect in full. The rules are simple. Blood for blood. Debt for debt. You chose your path years ago, Damon. You must live with what you planted.”

Chapter 1: Interest in Flesh Trope: Mafia / Debt / Captive Heat Level: [NOIR] The basement smelled like damp concrete and expensive cigars. Sofia sat on a wooden chair, her hands tied behind her back. She looked up as the heavy metal door groaned open. Marco stepped in. He wasn't wearing a suit today…just a black undershirt that showed off the tattoos climbing up his neck. He was the man her father owed five million dollars to. And since her father didn't have the cash, he had offered Sofia instead.

“But you are failing. You are failing your dead mother and yourself.” There were a few soundless punches that hurt the most, and this was it. Dante could not throttle me down, so he played dirty. He would use the dead-mother emotion every time I got out of line. Sometimes, I realized, all mafia men were cut out from the same cloth.

Mia shouts. "I will do anything for my children, including teaching them to be a damn Don and Donna in the Italian Mafia. The Italian Mafia is not a bloody charity organization! It is a crime syndicate with many enemies, and my children will learn from a young age to handle it! Mia, you need to trust me to do what is best for our children," I say. I am mad that she can even question me. "How can I when you want them to see you kill someone, and they are only seven!" Mia shouts.